Others could only use them as inferences, to empower their current and sole True Source. As methods to see what areas they were currently deficient in any way.
But he…
"Hmm…"
He smiled, brilliant and quiet, as his gaze swept across the region.
At the auras of Resplendent Monads and the few Harmonized Sourcebound Icons.
And even fewer... glorious auras of Entities, dense with enough Complexity and Purity to be considered Primarchs!
Noah took another step forward.
The ground beneath him crackled with paradox, the ever-present weight pressing down. The obsidian floor nearly sang in resonance with his presence. But his eyes weren't on the cracked weavings beneath his feet, they were on the Entities spread across the vast stretch of the Middle Wheel Platform.
They were everywhere.
Each one surrounded by drifting Sigil Fragments, colorful, luminous shards that resembled teardrops or slivers of crystallized truth. Each one pulsed with the whisper of an incomplete True Source.
